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I remember crying. I never even knew my dead grandfather. I remember wearing white. I remember everyone wearing white. Or maybe that was a scene from a movie. But white is the color of Chinese death. I think.

We burned paper money for the dead. The whole room was illuminated with red and orange. We burned paper money for poor dead grandpa so that he'll have money to spend in hell. I learned that from a Chinese movie once. We burned paper money to bribe the guards of hell to take care of poor dead grandpa, whom I've never met, whom is forever silent. Why the hell was he in Mexico?

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